OOC: I call this one. (snickers evilly)
Aramin looked around as he logged on. It truly was amazing the how many different kinds of people played The World. He saw a small, pinkish, dog-like Tu Tribe shopkeeper having the time of his life selling whatever he could to whoever would buy it and talking way too much. On the other side of Dol Dona was a large man in full steel armor with a million-and-two women following him and crooning at his every movement. There were people talking, trading, and simply moving from place to place.
And every one of them was a potential kill.
However, Aramin wouldn't settle for just any old player. He had to find a strong character to hunt down, to do viscious battle with, and eventually, to PK. He needed a skilled, formidible opponent to test his skills. He needed an experienced player to pit his wits against. He needed...
The Terror of Death! Haseo, the winnder of two arena tournaments and PKK of a hundred PKers. The perfect target just walked past with that Moon Tree brat Matsu. It was time to truely test his abilities.
He chuckled softly to himself as he followed them inconspicuously. This was gonna be fun!
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